Chapter 74 Calla's farewell

I was on vacation in the countryside, and I was flying a kite with a few lovely children on the Jianshan Mountain in Yingge. The east wind in early spring was blowing too hard, and the kite tied on a strong fishing line suddenly broke its shackles and went farther west. Flying to the top of the mountain, it has been flying high and far away, flying away from our ignorant sight. It was dusk at that time, and there were colorful clouds in the sky, and the butterfly kite with various colors flew into the colorful clouds in our dim sight. "Brother Lin, where will that kite fly?" the child asked me.

"I don't know, where do you think it will fly to?" "I think it flew into the sea, because the sea is the farthest." A child said. "No, it must have flown into the biggest flower, because it's a butterfly!" said another. "No, it will fly into space, and then in the endless space, it will never disappear and never fall." The last one said. Then we sat on the top of the mountain and thought about the kite, until the sunset fell into the embrace of the mountains, and then we walked the mountain road, along the darker and darker paths, and returned to my temporary residence.I turned on the light in the living room and found lying flat on my desk a telegram from Taipei stating that a good friend of mine had passed away and that a memorial service would be held for him the next morning.I slumped down on the large seat and was lost in thought. It was almost completely dark outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and I could only vaguely see the blurred hills in the distance.

The kite I just flew away, and the words of the children discussing the whereabouts of the kite, flickered in my heart like a small light. It flew into the sea, because the sea is the farthest; it must have flown to The biggest flower is in the flower, because it is a butterfly; or it will fly into space, never disappear, never fall, so I folded the telegram carefully and put it in the pocket of my coat. My friend was a silent person before his death, and his disappearance also took the form of silence. He had no premonition of disappearing at all. He just read a book at night, turned off the small lamp beside the bed, and never disappeared again. Woke up.It seems that Hu Shi said "Ning Ming dies, not silent life", but he took another path: Ning Mo died, not singing life, because he is so silent, I feel that he is The sadness of leaving in spring.

At night, I lay in bed and read Steinbeck's novel "East of Eden". It discussed a chapter in the Old Testament. Cain killed his brother Abel. He met God with sorrow, and God said to him : "You can control sin." You can control, but you may not be able to control, because the Garden of Eden is not necessarily a pure and beautiful world. I stayed up all night.I was up early in the morning at first light, and drove to my friend's farewell ceremony.The spring morning is really beautiful, the breeze is blowing from far away, I stepped on the accelerator tightly, let the car make a whizzing sound in the wind, the street lamps on both sides retreated rapidly, the farmer with the hoe was about to Go down to the fields and work their land.

Passing the Three Gorges, I saw a large and free flower in a pond from a distance. Those flowers stretched straight out of the ground, which attracted me very strongly.I stopped the car and walked along the ridge full of rice to the flowers in the field. Those white flowers were planted in the green rice fields, like a beautiful legend, which made people feel lonely. Standing in that one-acre flower field, I don't know what kind of flower it is. There is only one snow-white petal, forming an arc, and the flower center is just a goose-yellow stamen sticking out from the center of the stem.Its leaves are transparent emerald green, and there are still some dewdrops that have not evaporated on them, which is shockingly beautiful.

When he was in a trance, a farmer came to cut flowers in the flower field, and he was going to catch the morning market.I asked him what kind of flower is that?The farmer said it was "Calliflower".If you look closely, they look like horseshoes running around in the world and answering, but they are not really horseshoes, and there is no echo. "How long can this flower last?" I asked the farmer. "If you don't cut it and let it bloom on the ground, it can bloom for two or three weeks. If you cut it off, it will die in three days." "Why is there such a big difference?"

"Because it is a grass stem, and it grows in water. Once the plants that grow in water are pruned, the living time is very short. The same is true for people. If you don't know what you want, you will not live long." The farmer and I squatted in the flower field and talked for a long time until it was completely dawn.I wanted to buy a bouquet of calla lilies from him, and he said, "I'll give it to you! It's rare for someone to drive by and stop to look at my flower field." I was holding a large handful of calla lilies, and the freshly cut stems were still dripping with drops of life, but I knew that most of its life had been cut off.The more delicate and fresh it looks, the more my heart sinks.

The friend's farewell ceremony was very solemn and grand, with white chrysanthemums of all sizes everywhere, but there was still silence.I put a bouquet of calla orchids gently under the photo, and said goodbye. The silence of the calla lilies reminded me of an old saying: "Xuangang is always quiet when the prison is closed, rivers cry but do not flow, wild horses flutter but do not flow." movement, the sun, the moon, the calendar, and the sky are not weeks.” And what about life?In silence, he slowly walked to the distance.Sometimes it flies away without a trace, like a kite blowing away, and sometimes it is cut silently, like a calla lily flowing with life juice.

Friends, you are far away, I can still hear your hooves ringing in the lonely path.